Warhammer Throne

The city was in chaos. Countless humans from nearby villages poured into the city. It seemed that the city was very crowded. If they were self-employed farmers, small landlords and merchants with some savings, they might still find a place to live. Those poor tenant-house serfs would not be so lucky. They can only rest on street corners and roadsides, shivering in the cold wind.

In contrast, Earl Albert's messenger constantly shuttled through the city.

"All men over the age of sixteen and under the age of forty-five go to the ordnance department to collect weapons!"

"Your Excellency Albert issued a nationwide call-up order! Any male must be called up! Please go to the barracks for training immediately!"

"Those who do not accept the conscript will be punished as treason!"

At the same time, soldiers continued to gather around the city and report to the barracks in unison.

Trucks and trucks of food from the Church of Justice and the Church of Life were transported out. Both churches set up porridge sheds to supply these fleeing victims. The pastors and paladins of the churches are trying their best to maintain order. Pastors and priests They are still constantly comforting and comforting these victims, keeping them calm and restrained.

Of course, the two major churches did not promote their doctrines at the same time.

At the same time, many soldiers walked into the victims, looking for all men who met the regulations. Whenever a man was taken away from the crowd, many families would cry.

At this moment, an uninvited guest came to the porridge shed of the Church of Justice.

Wearing a black slanted silver buckle rivet cross-length skirt and black rhino leather high-heeled boots, Teresa walked into the crowd with a staff. Her enchanting figure was wrapped in a brown long coat containing camel hair. Among them, the female warlock's face was like ten thousand years of ice, exuding an aura that no strangers should come near, and the victims all let go.

Only the trolley was left in the direction where Teresa was moving. On the trolley, a boy and a girl were drinking porridge with small bowls. From their greedy look, they knew that they were hungry enough.

The sorcerer noticed that the rice porridge in the coarse porcelain bowl in the hands of the victims was very thin. A little starch, barley and a little vegetable leaf constituted their food, but many victims were crying. They repeatedly thanked the Church of Justice for their treatment. For the rescue, many serfs had already run out of food even if they had only fled for two or three days.

This shows the fragility of the small-scale peasant economy in this place.

The words Ryan told her "I hope you can treat everyone fairly" lingered in Teresa's ears. The female warlock took a deep breath and said with an expression that was as gentle as possible: "Get out of the way."

"Ah! What a beautiful big sister!" The little boy raised his head, seeing a beautiful big sister standing in front of him, and said with eyes full of light.

"Oh! Lucas!!!" The child's mother was shocked when she saw this scene. She rushed over from the side and protected her child behind her: "Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, we have no intention of offending you. Let's get out of here, get out of it!"

The sorcerer didn't say anything, she went straight into the church of justice.

The paladin Alfred was eating lunch. He was carrying a bowl of broth and a large loaf of rye bread. He was eating with relish. Seeing Teresa walking into the Church of Justice, the paladin almost spewed out: "Ms. Trovik?! What are you...what are you doing here?"

"Eat rice porridge for the victims outside, you drink broth and bread here?" Teresa did not answer his words, but sneered.

"Justice takes a price. If we give them the same bread and broth, it will not only harm them, but also everyone." Alfred wiped his mouth: "Well, what's the matter?"

"I would like to ask for some advice about Ryan..."

Milodhaven, barracks.

People come and go in the barracks.

"Sir, this is your thing!" A breastplate and military uniform were thrown in front of the half-old boy, and then a tomahawk that was almost as tall as him.

The boy took the weapon and looked dullly at the tomahawk he was tall. It was totally different.

An elderly farmer also took the spear from the soldier's hand. His hair was already a little gray, his figure crouched, and he sighed in a low voice.

Ryan stood by and watched the temporarily conscripted militias and conscripts collect weapons at the barracks. The coins belonging to Earl Albert were transported out of the lord’s warehouse in carts and carts, and each of them was conscripted. Soldiers can get a few silver coins and rations for a few days.

It's just that the price they have to pay may be life.

The half-elf stood beside Ryan. As the immediate combat power in the city, he and Fak, Rost and others were all forced to be called up by the lord. Estelle stood beside Ryan and shook his head: "I can't see how they are called up. It’s necessary to put these people on the battlefield just to die."

"Grooms, tenants, workers, cooks, they are not soldiers." Ryan shook his head, but he continued: "But we still need them. The opponent is more than 4,000 barbarians. We only have 300 standing troops and a few hundred conscripts. ...These people are not opponents of the barbarians anyway, and unlike your elves, our population... is a resource that can be sacrificed."

Ester was speechless. It wasn't that the half-elves had never faced the barbarians. Under the blessing of chaos, the barbarians had far more combat power than ordinary people.

Relying on compulsory conscription, Mijoldenhaven pulled up an army of more than 2,000 people, but it is still unknown how much the militias can play. Ryan knows that he can really rely on Albert's 300-man standing army. , Six hundred conscripts, and the paladins of the church.

However, in fact, those paladins could not count on it. Ryan watched as all the conscripts began to line up in the distribution of officers, thinking in his heart.

The chief guard is dividing all the conscripts into three parts.

Part of the civilians who were not successfully transferred was part of the ordinary-level professionals, and the elite-level soldiers were selected individually.

For civilians who have not successfully transferred, they have not been strengthened by the talents of professionals. As long as they can be transferred to professionals, any human being can get a normal physical strengthening, and their arms will be stronger and stronger. The physique will be better and more stamina, and then different professions will also bring professional enhancement in a specific direction. For example, the human who chooses to be a fighter will get physical strengthening, and the human who chooses the ranger will get agility.

But what about civilians? They have nothing.

Therefore, an ordinary professional can deal with five or six unsuccessful civilians. If there are no special circumstances, there will be no civilians among the soldiers.

So this part of the militiamen only got one spear. The only thing they have to learn is to use the spear to stab, and to charge with the spear. As for the effect...it can play as much as it can.

Ryan once got a military book on how to command this kind of militia, which simply read: "Only two orders are required to charge and advance. It is not recommended to give complicated instructions other than these two orders."

He remembered that after reading this military book, he hid alone in his room and laughed for a long time.

The general-level professionals will not be described in detail.

The elite-level professionals are completely different.

Each advanced elite-level powerhouse will learn a unique talent. After being further strengthened with physical fitness and abilities, these powerhouses have been able to stand alone, and their bodies have the ability to learn and perform unique battles. Therefore, in any place, an army composed of elite-level professionals is the elite that the nobles need to rely on. Three cooperating elite-level powerhouses form a group to deal with a platoon (usually 32-48 people) of ordinary-level soldiers. There is no problem.

Apart from other things, when Ryan was an elite-level knight when he was young, he followed a knight colleague of his own to beat dozens of ordinary-level bandits, one hammer at a time.

This is the gap in combat effectiveness.

So how do professionals advance?

The three methods are relying on beating (killing), relying on practice, and relying on divine grace.

Why Ryan feels that paladins are unreliable, precisely because paladins lack one of the most important ones. Through battle to advance, ordinary paladins rely on either practice or religious prayers, relying on the god’s divine power to help. Advanced.

The gods are very happy to bestow the gods on their devout believers, so on the mainland, the number of legendary powerhouses among the paladins is the largest, but this does not mean that they are the strongest.

Because this kind of advancement is very watery, take Ryan as an example. As a legendary beginner fighter, he has relied on the baptism of blood and fire for many years, and he has relied on actual combat over and over again. His strength is far stronger. For normal legendary elementary powerhouses, Ryan has no problem dealing with five or six legendary elementary paladins alone. He can blast these tin cans one by one with his warhammer.

Yes, the combat power of paladins is so watery. Someone once ridiculed them: "Wear the thickest armor and get the most venomous beating."

Of course there are paladins who are very capable of fighting, but it is true that most paladins lack actual combat experience, so Ryanming knew that he and Teresa could deal with manticores, so he called Alfred, he I hope my good friend can accumulate more practical experience, which may save his life at a critical time.

The Divine Shield technique looks very powerful, but in fact it is not very reliable. Not all beasts are like the manticore. For example, Ryan’s method of dealing with Divine Shield is to fly a kite. , These tin cans are slow in action and lack long-range attack capabilities. Once they start the Holy Shield, Ryan will fight and hide. The ordinary Holy Shield lasts for up to six seconds. Even the legendary paladin’s Holy Shield lasts at most. Twelve seconds, it is very simple to survive this time.

Moreover, the Holy Shield is not invincible in the complete sense. The essence of Holy Shield is a bit like the divine power of the gods. A three-hundred-sixty-degree iron box is made to enclose the paladin in it. It is indeed protected by the powerful divine power of the gods. Without the strength of the sanctuary, the people inside can't be injured, but this doesn't mean that the iron box can't move. Ryan has tried, with his wrist strength, he can directly hammer the iron box with the people inside.

Pulling away, Ryan forced himself to turn his attention back to what was in front of him.

Now there is a problem, that is, even if it is Nord’s standing army, their combat effectiveness is still lagging behind that of the barbarians.

The strength of the barbarian is firstly due to repeated and **** wars and the selection of the survival of the fittest, and secondly is the blessing of the chaotic evil god. In this case, human soldiers of the same quantity and quality will not be the opponents of the barbarian predators.

"Even with the addition of these militias, the defenders can only reach the number of two thousand. My opinion is that we should rely on the city for defense." The half-elf gave his own opinion: "The city walls help boost morale and reduce morale. casualties."

"No way, Estelle." Ryan shook his head: "The defense of the city is the worst strategy. In fact, in the many wars I have participated in against the barbarians, I have not defended the city many times."

"Why?" The half-elf felt strange.

"Being trapped in the city means morale is low. It means that the barbarians can get supplies from nearby villages and towns at will. You must know that the barbarians come suddenly. Many noble families only have time to take away a part of their property, and many civilians have not had time to withdraw to the city. , Are we going to close the city gate and watch the barbarians slaughter them to death?" Lane said bitterly.

For barbarians, they never have to think about the consequences of doing things, nor do they have to worry about reputation and morality. What they have to do is to bring destruction to the southerners and bring wealth back to the north.

"If you decide to defend the city without doing anything, morale will collapse very quickly." Ryan motioned to Ester to look at the militiamen: "When the time comes, these militiamen will collapse without the barbarian attacking the city."

As he said, the faces of these militiamen were full of numbness, panic, and anxiety.

"Humans are fragile." Estel said disdainfully: "We are willing to shed the last drop of blood for the forest."

"We are also willing to bleed for the defense of our country! Estelle, please don't compare your elves with our humans." Ryan shook his head suddenly: "Each of you can awaken professional talents as long as they are thirty-five years old, but we humans. What? We humans can awaken less than 40% of the total population!"

Yes, the racial advantage of the elves is so great.

"Mr. Lane, Your Excellency Albert hopes that you will go to the earl's castle immediately. You have important military information!" A messenger came to Lane and saluted him.

"What's the matter? What happened?" Ryan had to say goodbye to Ester immediately, rode on the pine cones, and rushed to Albert's Earl's Castle.

Albert’s Earl’s Castle is located in a small hill in the city of Milloden Haven. It is equipped with a complete defense and a moat. There are also two artillery on the wall. During the war preparations, there were far more soldiers here than at any time. Seeing Ryan arrived, the defenders lowered the suspension bridge.

Albert and his two knights were discussing the current military situation in the conference room. The walnut knight Nikolay's face was both happy and worried.

"Mr. Lane, there is good news... and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Bad news first."